Missed Notes (Klance)

Food

Thank god it was Saturday. Otherwise, the boys wouldn't have just been late, they would have missed school entirely. By the time they both woke up, it was 2:30 PM. A few times one of them would wake up, but see that the other one was still happily asleep, so they would close their eyes again. When they finally did both wake up, it was because of Kosmo trying to jump up onto the couch with them.

Lance groaned angerly for a solid 2 minutes before finally trying to get up. Keith had stood up right after Kosmo jumped onto the couch in an attempt to move the dog. "Do you have food?" Lance grumbled. Keith snickered. "No, we don't have any food. We just starve." He said, pulling Lance up off the couch. "Didn't have to be sassy about it." Lance said as Keith guided him to the kitchen. It was small, but that's to be expected in an apartment this size.

"We have ummm....." Keith searched through the refrigerator. "Cheese, milk, raw eggs, pickles and....half of a ham sandwich." He looked up at Lance apologetically. Lance shook his head at the sad excuse for a refrigerator. "Good lord, Keith. Let's just go to the Café down the street. You have any money?" He said as he wobbled unsteadily over to the couch. Keith nodded. "A little bit. Stacey and Brian aren't exactly poor. They don't even notice when I take a little bit." He shrugged. Lance raised his eyebrows. "You just, take their money?" Keith nodded. "I mean, they get monthly money for taking me in, but I dont think they've ever spent any money on me before. Plus, they make enough money as it is."

They put on their jackets and left. Once they got to the stairs, instead of walking down them, Lance sat on the railing and slid. "Lance, your gonna fall!" Keith yelled after him as he slid. "Can't hear ya over the sounds of me being faster then you!" He yelled back from a floor below. The stairs wound around about 10 times before they reached the bottom floor. "Not today." Keith shouted down to him. Instead of trying to slide faster then Lance, Keith jumped over the rail and started climbing down the railings. Because the stairs went in a spiral, there was an area in the middle were you could totally fall down 9 stories if you jumped in, but it worked pretty well as a ladder for Keith.

Lance looked at him as he climbed down past him. "AND YOUR SAYING THAT I'M GONNA FALL?" He yelled down. Keith made it to the bottom by the time Lance was halfway down. "That wasn't fair. You live here, you had the advantage!" Keith shrugged. "You started it!" Lance chuckled and playfully flicked Keith's hair.

They started down the street, walking hand in hand with Lance leaning most of his body weight onto Keith. Normally, Keith hated physical contact, but with Lance, it felt right. He was comfortable around Lance now. Before they were officially together, he hated being around him. It hurt almost. It felt like something was wrong and he wanted to beat him up and kiss him at the same time. Now, everything was okay.

Lance twirled Keith's hair around his finger as they approached the coffee shop. "Have you ever been here before?" Lance asked. "Nope, I know I should, but we haven't been here long, and I just haven't gotten around to it. What about you?" He asked. "Nope, to be honest I didn't even know this place existed. Maybe it's new."

The bell on the top of the door rang as they walked inside. A sign, slightly to their right read, "Please seat yourself. A waiter will be with you shortly." They chose a booth that could fit four people, but they both sat on the same side. Keith on the inside, Lance on the outside. He was still leaning on Keith, and now he was pushing him into the wall a little bit. They looked over the menu for a few minutes. "What're you gonna get?" Keith asked.
"A pumpkin spice latte. Tis the season. What about you?"
"Um, probably just a black coffee." Lance made a discusted face at him "ewww, why?" Keith shrugged. "I dunno. I like black coffee."
"How? It's so bitter."
"It's not that bad. Plus, it's better for you then the type with all kinds of sugar and stuff in it."
"Whatever you say." Lance put down his menu and grabbed Keith's hand again. Keith was sitting with his feet up on the booth with his legs resting on Lance's and his face buried in Lance's jacket.

After a few minutes of waiting, a waiter came. To Lance and Keith's horror, they recognized the underpaid Café worker who approached their table.
Lotor.